#loda

Un agricoltore cristiano insegnò al proprio cavallo a muoversi e a fermarsi usando parole della Bibbia. Quando voleva farlo camminane diceva: “Loda il Signore”. Quando voleva farlo fermare gridava: “Alleluia”. Un giorno però il cavallo cominciò a galoppare a causa di un fulmine. Realizzando di aver perso il controllo, l’agricoltore andò in panico e si dimenticò delle parole con cui aveva…

The colorwheel challenge is perfect for my universe where most of my characters are designed close to the monochrome area! You can find in this drawing all the current Overlord along with the main character and one tertiary character since I didn't have an important yellow character at the creation of this drawing. Red: Aroth, Wrath's Overlord Orange: Solstar, Greed's Overlord Yellow: Abigail, an acquaintance of Solstar Greed: Loda, Gluttony's Overlord Light Blue: Neru, Pride's Overlord Blue: Basil, main character Purple: Echo, Sloth's Overlord Pink: Aelaris, Lust's Overlord Grey: Jasper, Envy's Overlord. Fun fact, I almost forgot him, again

The swamp cheeps with nighttime. A lone chattering creature echoes from across the lake. It’s nearly pitch-black— even I’m having trouble making my way through the camp. I reach out with the Force, sensing him.

“Master,” comes his voice, low and desperate. “Oh, Master, please.”

My ears prick, and I rest my hand on the tent flap.

A soft moan pierces the night. “Master…”

Surely he doesn’t sense me?

Quietly, I slip into the tent, using the Force to cloak my presence.

And there he is, writhing beneath his bedding, voice lilted in breathy pleasure. I let out a little groan of my own, suppressing a pleased chuckle.

“Skywalker,” I rasp.

He jumps up, mouth open in a mixture of arousal and shock. “Master?”

Wordlessly, I step closer, flicking on the torch.

He’s sweaty and flushed, a wet patch blooming between his legs. “Distracted, hm?”

“I, well…”

“Another lesson, hm? Mmm… yes… another lesson indeed…” I crawl into bed, dipping my head between his thighs.

His breath hitches as my tongue meets him, lips tight around his small throbbing cock. I sigh, relishing every twitch and groan. His hips stutter as my thick, round fingers inch deeper and deeper in his pussy. “Oh Master please—”

I pick up a steady pace, rocking him on my hand, and groan, “Good… good…”

Soon, his body makes its own rhythm, clenching around me. I grin, catching his eye, and laugh. I laugh a long, throat-rasping laugh, helping him finish with a loud gasp. “Soon… a Jedi Master. Soon…”